Dominic had just left the house when he heard grunting in the distance, then grunting in a guttural language.
He had found Goblins, almost guaranteed.
The Princess would be overjoyed when she found out that there were monsters to hunt in the region.
The Baron and his farmers? Probably not as much.
At least he was a Natural Sons' Officer, and he would be travelling with a magitech rifle on top of the rest of his gear.
Perfect for defending the farms.
Dominic followed the sounds toward the river, but what he found was not what he had expected. There were Goblins. But they were not here hunting for the newly arrived humans, or even for wildlife.
They were engaged in a vicious argument with a small water troll, who had clearly drowned their Shaman when he came to the river to get a drink.
The little Troll thought that the whole situation was hilarious, and he was doing his best to bait more of the Goblins into the water, where he could drag them under.
